It was one AM when Jasmine slipped into the dark house. Dressed in a black cat suit and gloves, she blended with the shadows—not that anyone was around to spot her anyway.

She crept through the rooms, letting her senses guide her flawlessly through the lightless spaces clear as day. She made it to the bedroom and found the stone carelessly stuffed into a nightstand. Obviously Mr. Wellesley didn’t think the stone was that precious or priceless, or perhaps he was just that confident in his security. Jasmine couldn’t contain the scoff at his stupidity.

She held the unassuming thing up in the moonlight. It appeared to be nothing special—a smooth black stone about the size of her palm. But it was heavy, easily three times as heavy as it should be for the small size. It heated in her palm and she wrapped both hands around it, drawn to its warmth. The warmth soon spread up her arms and into the rest of her body. Jasmine closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it, of the comforting warmth. It was like being held tight by a familiar lover.

“What the hell?”

Jasmine spun around, quickly stuffing the stone into the small pouch at her waist. Cole stood behind her in nothing but a pair of red silk boxers, his hair spiking around his head as if he had just gotten out of bed. His expression was one of total disorientation and shock, mixed with angry annoyance, all directed at her. “What the hell are you doing here and why are you dressed like that?” She went instantly to attack—always put them on the defensive.

“Jasmine? I don’t know, I was in bed asleep. I woke up feeling hot and then I was here. Where is here and what are you doing here?” He scowled around the dark room, a brow arching at the obviously sensual design of the place. “You are into some kinky stuff, Jasmine.” His eyes lit on the assortment of toys adorning one of the walls and he smiled. “Not that I mind.”

Jasmine Jones doesn’t believe in love, or the power of the objects she is hired to find. She uses her secret ability to be the best thief around, better even than Cole Grubman—a super smooth thief who shows up on the same trail as her, more often than she likes. Will destiny decide that they are true lovers? Or will Jasmine’s refusal to make herself vulnerable keep their passion a wistful memory?